March 31st
An empty tomb
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"You okay?"
Edmund glanced up, smiling a little as his brother wandered into the room. "Yeah," He murmured.
"What are you reading?" Peter asked, sitting at the end of the bed.
Edmund glanced back down. "The Bible." He replied. "It is Easter Sunday after all."
Peter smiled at him. "I guess it is." He breathed. "Which reminds me, Mum says lunch will be ready soon."
Edmund nodded a little, "Thanks." He breathed.
Peter stared at his brother for a long while, before patting him on the shoulder. "You sure you're okay?" He asked.
Edmund actually smiled. "Yeah." He breathed. "As much as it hurts that Aslan - that Jesus - did this, for me, I'm at the point where it brings me comfort to know that he did it. I know he wanted to, and I wouldn't be here without him. And I think today teaches us something extremely important, because at the end of the day, the tomb is empty, He is Risen."
Peter smiled. "He is Risen indeed." He replied quietly, and after a rather long time spent in silence just thinking, he took a deep breath. "Now I think there's a roast dinner with our names on it downstairs."
Edmund let out a warm sigh. "I am starving." He murmured. "You reckon there's also a heck ton of chocolate for afterwards?"
Peter chuckled. "Hmmm, as much as we could get our hands on at least." He replied.
"That's fine by me, as long as there's some." Edmund laughed.
He placed the Bible gently on his bedside table, staring at it for a second or two before turning back to his brother. "Happy Easter Peter." He breathed.
Peter smiled. "Happy Easter Ed."
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Happy Easter everyone. He is Risen ✝️💛
